Gregory House had the world by the balls this morning. He felt good, he felt relaxed, very relaxed! It had been a wonderful morning after a long night of hell. Detoxing from vicodin wasn't so bad on reflection. One hard night puking, coughing, sweating through his eyeballs, body aching each time he exhaled, it was hell pure and simple. But like everything else, Dr. Gregory House sailed through it. Only thing different this time is he had needed someone's help. That someone was Dr. Lisa Cuddy.
Cuddy drove him home from the hospital the night before and sat with him, made him tea, brought him ginger ale for the nausea, rubbed his back, held his hand, comforted him gently and encouragingly. Had it not been for Cuddy, House would be hidden back at his home, holed up in a closet searching for his last stash of vicodin and getting high, chatting it up with a dead girlfriend of a good friend.
No, this morning, House was back and in full stride, 'cept for the cane, of course. As he neared the hospital front doors, he caught a glimpse of himself. "For a former addict, I do look pretty good," he thought to himself relishing the word "former."
As he strode past the nurses lobby station outside the ER, he spied Cuddy entering her office. She hadn't seen him but he caught a glimpse of her fine derriere as she disappeared from his sight. He walked up to her glass door and watched her continue around to her desk. Cuddy was a strikingly beautiful woman he thought to himself. House could have stood there all day watching over her. A smile spread across his face over the morning's memory of their hook-up earlier. Cuddy looked beautiful despite staying awake for most of the night and her quick kiss to him had stirred more than his gratitude. He remembers the look she gave him when she pulled back, a look that shyly said "more, please." And did House ever give her more!
Before he could think of any reason not to, House moved closer to her and kissed her harder, dropping his cane as his hands slid around her waist and back. They fell against the wall kissing each other passionately, Cuddy's soft moan cued him to pull off her jacket and start tearing at her sweater trying to find the hem to pull it off of her. He spun her away from the door and she squirmed in his arms trying to help him while squeezing him tighter in her arms, her toes no longer touching the floor as House lifted her up and away. She felt her shirt sliding up her back and she pulled it off before tossing it to the floor. House's jacket had slid off his arms in a heap, her right hand found the buttons of his blue shirt and worked them open. Their kissing never stopped and only deepened. She felt his teeth tighten on her bottom lip, her nose buried into his cheek, his eyelashes tickling her eyelids. Feeling him smile, she pulled back and looked into his eyes pausing for a second as he raised his eyebrows, grinned and hoisted her higher and tighter. She smiled back as she realized he was headed to his bedroom.
They fell onto his bed together and tumbled until she lay on top of him, his hands grasping to unhook her bra "House…." Lisa said softly
"HOUSE!" Lisa Cuddy was holding her door open to let him in. "What's the matter with you? Can't you hear me?"
House felt embarrassed being caught daydreaming. "I heard you! The whole world heard you! No need to yell at me, honey."
Cuddy's eyes squinted a little at him, "honey?"
"That's what I said, sweet cheeks!"
"What's with the nicknames, House?"
"Oh so now you don't like the terms of endearment?"
"Uh, not from my staff!" Cuddy frowned.
"You seemed to like my "staff," last night!" House shot back.
"Are you high?" Cuddy snapped.
"Oh, so that's how it is, huh?" House smirked. "We finally do the deed and you pretend it never happened. Right?"
Cuddy stepped forward and placed a cool palm to his forehead, her left index finger went to his throat for a pulse check.
"House, we have never done the "deed.""
"I realize you're getting older, Cuddy, but there's no way you could forget this morning! …you were all, 'yes, yes yes!' ….Both times this morning!"
Cuddy went behind her desk and called Wilson's extension. "We've got a problem. It's House. He's delusional…..okay, in my office. …thanks."
House looked confused. "I'm Sooooo NOT delusional! You're in denial, Cuddles."
"House, I was at home with Rachel this morning. I've been here since 7:30 this morning." Cuddy's eyes sparkled with anger, her cheeks pink.
"You're telling me, you were not in my apartment?" House asked quietly.
"I haven't been to your apartment in a week, Greg." Cuddy said flatly. "
"That's not possible. You kissed me right before we were leaving and then I kissed you and our clothes came off and we were on my bed and…."
"Whoa, your clothes came off? Both of you?" Wilson entered the office and the conversation. "This I gotta hear!"
Cuddy sat down behind her desk and sighed exasperatedly. "Good, you're here."
"Seriously?" Wilson continued.
"No! Not seriously!" Cuddy snapped. "House is out of his damn mind!"
"Dude, I was so wrong about her! She has the hottest lil ass! And her breasts are so per…" House gestured to Wilson, his hands gesturing as if he was changing the water temp in his shower.
"House, shut up!" Cuddy snarled.
"Oh. My. God!" Wilson gaped. "I don't know which of you to believe but House's story is much more interesting." Wilson stood smiling at Cuddy, his face slightly pink.
"Wilson, it's fiction. This idiot is high or psychotic or he's playing with us…." Cuddy began before House injected. "You seemed to like me playing with your…"
"NOT another WORD!" Cuddy yelled. "Shut up and sit down, NOW!"
Both men sat opposite her desk in the guest chairs. "Wilson, not you! Take his temperature, check his pupils, do something before he strips and runs streaking through my hospital and sca…."
"Oh you'd like that wouldn't you!" House flirted back at Cuddy, wiggling his eyebrows as the embarrassed administrator. "You just want to see me naked…AGAIN!"
"He is hot," Wilson began.
"Oh she knows I'm hot! That's why she was all on my jock this morning." House bragged, smirking at Wilson whose mouth fell open.
"You should have seen her lying in my bed, moaning my name, licking my…" House continued, his eyes closed, mouth smiling as he relished each descriptive detail.
"House! Enough!" Cuddy and Wilson shouted in unison.
"What? I was going to say licking my face," House said innocently.
"Wilson, do something. Get him admitted and start testing him for every hallucinogenic drug we have on hand," Cuddy ordered. She walked around her desk back to House and placed her hands on his arms, "and you will let him test you, do you understand me?"
House began to nod in the affirmative but saw his opportunity to ignite Cuddy's passions once more and lurched towards her pulling her into a tight hug and planting a rich deep kiss on her soft mouth.
Cuddy struggled to escape his kiss but his hands were pressing her into him.
Wilson stood shocked. Were his eyes lying to him? This couldn't be happening. House demonstrating his attraction to Cuddy… in front of witnesses?
A loud slap across House's face woke Wilson and House out of their revere.
"You hit me, woman!" House exclaimed out shock.
"Cuddy!" Wilson yelled.
Cuddy stared hard at House. "Don't. Do. That. Again!"
"Well, if you insist!" House joked and moved toward Cuddy pulling her by her wrists quickly so that she bounced against his chest, his hands quickly reached up to cup her faced and pulled her to his mouth.
Cuddy wrestled his hands from her face and pulled back just in time to avoid House's puckered lips from landing on hers. "Wilson!" Cuddy pleaded.
Wilson jumped forward and grabbed House's shoulder, spinning him off his stronger leg. House released Cuddy and she scrambled back behind her desk. "What's happening to him?"
Wilson restrained the obviously love-sick House. "Greg, stop it. Seriously, man, you've gone to far. Give her time to cool off, okay?"
House stared into his friend's eyes. "I don't understand what's happening. She loved it this morning. Hell, she acted like she loved me this morning. She said so."
"House, lets get some coffee and you can tell me all about it. You're obviously not supposed to kiss and tell on a lady." Wilson humored him and nodded ever so lightly toward Cuddy who was staring daggers at both of them.
"Should I call secur…." Cuddy asked Wilson.
"No, Cuddy. It's not necessary. Greg's coming with me right now. Isn't that right, Greg?"
House glanced back and forth between the faces of his two friends, one comforting the other concerned.
"Yeah, I'm leaving. But don't think just because I'm going means you and I didn't do the nasty!" Greg snarked at Cuddy. "I saw you naked. Every gorgeous inch of you…"
"That's enough, House!" Wilson urged and pulled him towards the door.
"Just go, House." Cuddy whispered sadly.
She watched them leave her office before sitting back in her chair, tears quietly running down her face. "Oh, Greg, how could you?"